steve1223 Poetry (718)

At the door the cat sat
Waiting to eat a juicy rat
When out of nowhere came a bat
And next to the cat sat on the mat

“What is going on?” asked the cat
“And in your hand what is that?”
“That my friend is a bowler hat,”
Quite politely answered the bat

Just then arrived a gnat
Who had trouble flying, he was rather fat
“To lose weight I must work at,”
Said the gnat as he landed with a splat

With a bounce came a kangaroo rat
He was mean and fearsome to look at
And he was so big he scared the cat
Who went to take off but on his face fell flat

So beware at where you are at
It could end up being tit for tat

Total silence, there are no sounds
All around blackness abounds
Where am I? I do not know
As I lay here time moves so slow

I cannot move, I think I’m dead
The thought of this fills me with dread
For all eternity here I will lay
And slowly rot into decay

And then the sun brings morning again
I remember, I am trapped, here in my brain

You have no idea what’s in my mind
While I smile and nod at you
This boiling rage I hide so well
Beneath the manners mild and meek

What you see is only a woman
A woman just like any other
Five foot two and slim of build
And I would say, rather shapely

The secret is that once a year
The beast is let loose to roam
Once she’s out, the blood runs free
Torture her favourite companion

By glint of moon, a slashing blade
The death so slow and painful
Some are dismembered, while still alive
Whilst hearing my demonic laughter

Time running short, dawn nearly here
In the shadow a man is lurking
With glee I cut his member off
And watch him slowly choking

What a night, I feel quite good
Four this year to my tally I add
Soon I’ll be in triple figures
Time for home, my husband waits

Behind this face you have no idea
These thoughts so dark and evil
For another year I’ll keep myself hid
And play this game of deception

Broken people with smiling faces
Cracked sidewalks, crumbling buildings
Desolate winds howling through barren wastelands
Searing hot, this blood red sun baking
All that is beneath it’s rays

And I, my fingers tearing the flesh from my face
Howling my pain, my agony into the nothingness
For what was is no longer
Nor ever will be again
And with that there is nothing left

Nowhere in this universe can I find what I seek
Over and under, above or below, it matters not
Time and time again I have searched with all my heart
Hoping against all hope that this time is the time
I’ll find what I seek, heart to heart and soul to soul
Not just lust and desire, a callous one night stand
Gone come the cold light of the next day


“Verily I say onto you, the sinner shall suffer death
Eternity in Hell, separated from the love of God
Nowhere is there a place for you to hide from God’s wrath”
These words echo in my mind, the black robed preacher
Up there on the pulpit, preaching fire and brimstone
Right and wrong, is there such a thing when seeking love?
Every time I try to find love does it mean I am condemned?
Don’t know, the loneliness drives me more than the fear of Hell

Not another night shall pass where loneliness haunts me
Over and over I have promised myself this in the past
Then as the night progresses, I settle for second best
Hoping that at least this will stop the ache, ease the pain
It does for a while, a warm body, to be needed, but come morning
Nobody is there, silently slipped away in the midst of night
Gone like the will-o-the-wisp, and the heavy ache returns

Gone is hope and I am plunged into the depths of despair
And yet, in my rock bottom, I met him at a supermarket
Ian was his name, quiet, unassuming, an old fashioned gentleman
Not interested in one night stands, lifelong was his plan
Even now I question myself, could my luck have changed?
Dare I? Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

Beneath the wounded sky sails she
In a crystal boat of long lost memories
Sails of gossamer wings spread out
Pushed by winds of regret and sorrow

Beneath the waves souls doth float
Misshapen, bent and twisted
Crying out for eternity long
“Have mercy Lord, forgive us.”

Up above, circling in the sky
With razor sharp talons flashing
Ready to drop on command
God’s revenge shall be extracted

Today, tomorrow, no difference knows
Each day flow into the other
Eternity is but a blink of God’s eye
Yet the suffering lasts forever

So on she sails beneath that sky
Not knowing what’s the difference
Is this today or yesterday
In the end it does not matter

Four pigs with trombones blowing
Blowing up a mighty storm
Geriatrics swinging and swaying
Attempting to dance with class and form

Walkers scooting and canes twirling
Could hear the snap of fragile bones
Bodies laying around bent and twisted
Poor old dears, hear their groans and moans

Ambulances came rushing, giving aid
Four pigs with trombones still blowing
Oblivious to the carnage all around
Four pigs still swinging, don’t look like slowing

Jack and Jill went up the hill
But not to fetch any water
On their minds were other things
With them they took a blanket

Behind a tree they spread it out
And soon they were hard at it
Engrossed they were in doing it
They did not hear the footsteps

Machete in hand round tree she burst
In her rage she was screaming
Jack was hers, not to be shared
Husband and father to her children

A mighty slash, the head fell off
And Jill’s life was quickly ended
Jack was up, for his life he ran
This was the fourth time she caught him

Mary, Mary you are quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
Four pretty maids all in a row
Slowly turning into fertilizer

There was a time when I was old
But now I feel much younger
There was a time I thought I knew it all
Then I realised I know nothing

Oh how blind in your arrogance
You boldly stride through life
The more you think you know it all
The less you really know

It is said that wisdom comes with age
But sometimes age comes on its own

You know it is there but you just can’t see it
No matter how quick you turn, it is gone again
But if you just glance out of the corner of your eyes
You can just make it out, it is there

But no-one believes me; they think that I am mad
‘Crazy Lizzy’ is what they call me behind my back
They think I don’t know, but I can hear them
And see the circling finger at their temples

One day they too will see these creatures
One day they will break through the wall
The wall that separates their dimension from ours
That day they will see ‘Crazy Lizzy’ is not mad

I am the obsessive
And I am the compulsive
I sit on your shoulder
And hurl abuse

Everything you do
Over and over I question
Til you no longer
Believe in yourself

I will shake you and break you
Until you’re a gibbering wreck
Throw in a dash of paranoia
Finally my work is done